The tree heard it. The tree screamed. When your freshman college suitemate complained about your ROTC friends, when you drowned in Peter Piper’s brine on the double daily, the forrest was all ears, I promise you zen.
If-
is powerful like
but- can never be
but if!
somehow didn’t need astro turf for it to be just as green over here
(The sentences no longer crackle lacksense, northern light,
nor sensory input/ I could have sworn they waited, gloomy breath baited
and rotted right when i left the room)
and
anthill armies stopped in their tracks quaking ten quadrillion x 6 legs and wishing for thirty quadrillion pairs of boots,
and that bulemic girl no not that one, the other one, zues seduced, became a nymph not a nympho and she was screaming that night the hero lit the fire, and she was yesterday noons redwood toothpick, and she tsunami singed the air as you chewed bark in the park in the dark.
And that jumper you imagined in that dream no not that dream not that jumper not like a sweater,
they never hit the ground, and they weren’t you i swear it’s true, they never were, i know for sure, you aren’t the same dont play that game, your toes wont tame, your lips wont lame your eyes wont numb your heart will dathrum-
I fear nirvana, eat AG’s reality sandwiches, am nothing but dust, the whole universe was made just for me, I am me sand.
